Prayers . . . on endings

PRAYER WHEN A BABY IS STILLBORN

O LORD, our hearts are heavy, burdened with a sadness that envelopes us like a smothering blanket.  Take it off!  Let us wake from the dream that cannot be real; the dream that we want to deny with our whole being.  How can our baby be dead?  Wasn't it just a few days ago that we felt his body moving within the womb?  Was there something we should have known . . . could have done?

Yet, as our tears fall, we fall to our knees and cry, "Abba Father, have mercy!" "Taste and know that I am good," you said.  At first the only taste was one of salty tears, then the covering of sorrow lifted and the light of your glory and grace penetrated the density of our grieving.  We have Hope!  You are our Hope!

We will miss the flesh of our flesh, but we know we will have eternity to get acquainted.  What you will is never wrong, even though our finite hearts and minds cannot comprehend it.  Trust and obey are commands that contain the promise of comfort to those who comply.  So we choose trust and obedience, as we humbly come to Jesus to be comforted with the supernatural.  You only are our expectation; we will not be moved.  Even if our faith is shaken, we shall remain upright as you continue to make us holy.  We want to be all that you desire; help us not to waste this grief.

As we have said hello and goodbye to our sweet baby, we say, "Nevertheless, Your perfect will be done, O my LORD."

Amen

"Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer."

 

Psalm 61:1

Date this page was last edited:  July 24, 2004